A little cute baby fell from the sky

Chapter 1397 The young master is angry

An Xin has been in the villa in the mountains for so long, everyone can see it.

The young master who has always been cold and not talkative would actually laugh at her, and sometimes he would have a long conversation with her.

The most important thing is that the young master, who has always had a serious obsession with cleanliness, would actually hold her hand and let her enter his own secret clinic, where he would stay for a long time.

"Huh? He lost his temper? Why did he lose his temper?"

An Xin's eyes widened, a little dizzy.

Having lived here for so long, in her impression, Mo Qingchen has always been like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Usually never talk to the servants, lonely and quiet like a shadow.

How could such a person get angry?
"The young master accidentally found out today that his lining is not a brand-new clothes just torn off, but taken out from a stack of scented clothes. So, he got angry. Miss An Xin, the young master is thinking about you, everyone It's all in the eyes. Now only you can persuade..."

"No, no, Uncle Wang, you have misunderstood. Young Master Mo is only interested in my illness, not me... What did you say? Did he find out that the clothes had been washed? Ah, that's terrible!"

An Xin waved her hands in a hurry to defend herself, but when she heard the second part of Butler Wang's words, her mouth was half-opened in surprise.

Immediately dropped the mop and rushed out like flying.

When they came to Mo Qingchen's private cloakroom, the two maids were kneeling on the ground, trembling with fright.

Originally, the young master's shirt, from washing to aromatherapy, has always been a peace of mind.

But because it had been so many days, the young master didn't realize that the clothes he was wearing were not new at all, and he seemed to like the fresh smell of the shirt very much.

The two maids had other thoughts, deliberately taking advantage of today's young master passing by the cloakroom, and they personally scented the shirt.

I want to win the young master's praise.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingchen's face changed when he saw it.

When An Xin walked into the cloakroom, she saw an aroma lamp thrown out with a "bang" from inside, followed by one shirt after another.

She patted her little heart, walked in and took a look, and saw that the whole cloakroom was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Mo Qingchen's clear eyes were full of the gloomy atmosphere before the storm.

He didn't say a word, but his slender hands held a scalpel, and directly cut a shirt on the ironing board into pieces.

The hands of the two maids were still on the ironing board, and they dared not retract them at all.

He watched helplessly as the terrifying scalpel cut around his fingers.

Both of them were dripping with cold sweat, and were too frightened to speak a word.

Seeing An Xin come in, the two of them seemed to see a savior.

"Young master, we don't usually iron your clothes, it's Miss An Xin who does it all the time!"

Hearing the word "An Xin", the coldness in Mo Qingchen's eyes gradually subsided.

The scalpel in his hand was stopped abruptly, and when he turned his head, a pair of cold eyes firmly locked on An Xin who came in.

"Master Mo." An Xin bit her lower lip, stepped forward boldly, and slowly took off a shirt hanging on the hanger.

Compare on him.

"Master Mo, I'm sorry, I did it on my own. I washed these shirts with my own hands, ironed them with my own hands, and smoked them with essential oils."

"Look, you haven't noticed it for so many days. If you didn't see it today, you wouldn't have found it. So, in fact, you can try to wear the shirt you have worn again."

(End of this chapter)